I was chatting with an old friend recently when, suddenly,
she uttered a single sentence that changed my life: “Looks like you’re getting
some gray hair,” she said as she pulled at my “sideburns.”
“Really?” I squealed with excitement! I was ecstatic! A
milestone had been reached!
I clearly started life as a buttery blonde |
1976. Still blonde |
I was hoodwinked. There is no other explanation. As a child, I had that white tow-headed look, hinting at my Norwegian ancestry
(though my Nordic dad was dark and
swarthy) but the older I got, the darker my hair got. It's not that dark hair is bad, it's just that mine seemed to lose its luster as the buttery hues of blonde slipped away.
My son, Sam, is suffering a similar fate: his tow-headed
look has gotten increasingly darker as the years have gone by. At least his hair is luxuriously thick and still has depth that my fine, thin hair can never attain.By senior prom, 1980, it was all over. |
I have always loved hair in permutations of the gray scale:
salt and pepper, gray, white, silver. In fact, when I look back on the women I’ve
dated, or been attracted to, over the past 37 years, I find no “type” in terms of age, race, body
type, femme or butch; I seem to have dated across the spectrum. There is,
however, one commonality that appears throughout the years: I’m clearly attracted
to women with gray, silver, white, mixed hair.
I think this is because I must have imprinted on the first
woman I fell truly in love with. At the
age of 22 she had jet black hair with lightning bolts of silver thrumming through
it. Although the love was unrequited, my fate, it seemed, was sealed.
Sam clearly blonde a age 6 |
Maybe those things take time. Or maybe graying hair is a function of age, while not necessarily being a harbinger of wisdom.
Already much darker, and he's still young! |
“Yes, there is!” I said happily as I showed him my
sideburns. I felt inordinately proud, as if I had done something that had taken
infinite skill or herculean strength, rather than simply growing older. Still, I did earn every one of those gray
hairs—and all the ones to come. Now I really am an adult!
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